We have a ton of cats, but the squirrels still manage to move a few bulbs. Our best tom passed away two years ago, he liked to fight owls. He’d win. He had a hatred for them since one tried to carry him off. When we moved here, my step mom had over 30 cats, just cause barn cats kept breeding. Now down to 7 inside cats, one of which is my step sons, and he should take her back next time he visits, two I’m trying to find homes for. Outside, I just found homes for 4, then we have three that will live out their lives here. Old Fluffy, I’m surprised she survived the winter, she’s mom/ grandma/ great grandma to most of these, then Cali and Chewy, our two semi wild cats. They only want food, and on rare occasion, petting. Once all the spare cats are gone, all the girls are getting fixed. Fluffy should be too old, Cali and midnight are steril, so that leaves me with Yuie, our rescue that popped out 5 babies about the time I thought she was old enough/ healthy enough to get fixed.
